| I can’t remember the day
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| But I remember the night
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| The first time in my life
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| Had an mc fight
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| Caterpilla killa lyrics spit like venom
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| Only thang my mind said was nigga go and get em
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| I ducked and bust
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| And started cussing at them maggots
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| Niggas started pulling fresh rhymes out the cabinet
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| My flow got quicker like Machine Gun Kelly
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| Some MCs got hit even though they wasn’t ready
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| Watch me wrap you up like a boa constrictor
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| And pose like a pimp in your girl’s prom picture
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| I watched MCs die like soldiers in war
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| Everybody for themself so there ain’t no score
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| This nigga bust a verse that he didn’t rehearse
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| And got snatched from the earth like an old lady’s purse
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| The freestyle had mothafuckas on their backs
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| But felt the attack from the gangsta rap
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| Last breath of an MC
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| I hit the weed like a champ as I let raps fly
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| And best believe when I die
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| Man in my mind I’ll be high
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| I saw old MCs thati had wounded bad
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| And if I slipped I could tell
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| They would take they chance
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| So like Rambo 1 man I drew first blood
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| And hit em in the neck with two rap slugs
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| MCs brought gats and bats one had an axe
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| Before he took a swack man I got him in the back
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| With pimp game rhyme
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| The moneys all mines
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| 12 o’clock midnight me and him bond
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| MC females they slipped in and heard
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| Before they got close man I put em on the curb
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| With 'em lookin'
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| You see my vocal box start cookin'
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| Screams were heard from frisco down to Brooklyn
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| I dont do it for the fun cause I’m a MC rival
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| Fuck if you a champion I dont want your title
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| Last breath of an MC Feel me
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| A 12 gauge stage
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| Displayed wit all rage
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| Bet yo last dollar it will make front page
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| It lasted all night
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| MCs filled the block
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| Some dead with they eyes open
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| Rap shell-shocked
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| Hip hop was left-handed
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| He packed two gats
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| Just in case he ran into gangsta rap
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| Bodies lay some hurt
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| Still trying to get away
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| But if they get away
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| They will return another day
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| But I kill em
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| Hit em with just enough venom
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| Eyes wide open until the cops come and get em
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| I pause, my dialogue attempt to catch my breath
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| But before I knew it a rhyme had penetrated my vest
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| Caught off guard by an MC flow oh no
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| My mind start to click like a black fo-fo
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| Rapid repeated rhymes that went for his throat
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| And after he died I spit raps at his ghost
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| Man I’m hurt
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| I can see the cops start to lurk
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| I hit one with a rap
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| That had 'em squirmin' in the dirt
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| I start to Hurl I think about my old girl
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| Baby you had the best pussy in the world
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| I felt my heart start to collapse
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| I’mma hate to leave the game like that
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| I felt another rhyme dig deep into my spine
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| Just when I was about to hit a pig with another line
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| I’ll see ya next time
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| Last breath of an MC |